Soul Lost In Dirt

Like all of us, your parents Too dreamed of you as to be One, Who will hold their head high! How do they feel, as you are not A human! I don't have the duty to preach you, To make you able to get in the poet's World. You have the right, to be good To express you but not to Hurl! As an Indian I feel I should Be ashamed of you, my dark Friend- From today I shall call you a Fiend. Are you chasing me thru the Ages, In my life, in my most favorite poet's, Pages? When my honorable friends see your, Mail, Their assessment of Indian culture will, Fail. Your ludicrous attempts have no, Meanings. You should end your dirty, Innings. Your soul is lost in dirt, Lucifer..... No angel can save you, I know So Far!